PenAndPaperPoets

i remember that morning drinking tea constantly in the corner with savoir-faire i slaughtered some slaw there polished applause broke the air i attempted to add another dimension fairly early in the proceedings speedily i was back at even keel feeling a sureness and breathing meaning into fleeting pain the suspense left me alone just dreaming in the darkness like a mushroom in the rain

I think I was you once but you don't remember then you were your former self absorbed but traces of your former thoughts will sometimes fly across imagination very incomplete your memories appear in dreams sometimes I'm writing a history of a lost people imagined from some fragments of your lost ideas a strange story impossible to forget as long as I remember that I was once a stranger

Fast past a stop light Sitting in the back of a car I caught her eyes for a moment She was untangling her headphones When she looked at me Waiting for something I looked at her from the side window Looking at me from the bus station bench I came and went She sat and watched Only tangled gazes In the evening remain

curly haired beast in satin dreams of a rabbit chase through a wheat field whisked like a missile to eat it up raw humming bird feet fight gravity's claw locked in a walless maze sailing between dreams no luck for the lucky paw resting on cherub's pillow

arrested and acquitted insecure heart avenges the day guns out blazing party hat in hand in a coffee cardigan bummed out making others mad your cliché won't save your tired soul wow, how wise your concise cringe on the fringe talking platitudes wow, how punk on another binge to surf suitable winds across horse latitudes

To live here was to feel my eyes dry, cracked as the Mojave; to smell the air bright, snuffing out my lungs; to stop for decades empty, a shell of sound and fury, a savagery inglorious, a gnashing and a roaring, a trivial unconforming. To be here is to taste the storm heavy, lying heavy in the air; to see the clouds gather, range upon his brow; to hear the thunder crash, and stand there in silence, to watch it all in silence, to wish it all to silence, to array myself in silence. To leave here is to want to drown, inhale exquisite drop by drop; to fear the life sharp, burning in my bones; to love the sound and silence, the liquid thrill of motion, this wilding sweet commotion, this sense of free devotion, these paths laid out unbroken.

Just Being sitting quietly, channeling thoughts on the darkest side of midnight now awaitin' the dawn, listening to songs letting the time pass me by so slowly like warm whiskey going down down I sit alone, feeling thoughts an' thinkin' feelings contemplating actions an' acting out contemplations killing another night just being ideas going round and round words upon tongue tip, tasting desiring to write, but rejecting most is just easy time passing, no effort required am in the act of just being who I am so let the night pass me by an' let the sunrise bring on the day the birds will sing and morning pass one part of the day flowing into another 'til once again the night arrives, for me an' I shall go through my process once again enacting my part, taking my place on the stage filling this space with myself, my thoughts, my ideas letting the emotional strain of life ease onto the page as my fingers type out the story, me just being me

light quickly fading, hope slowly dieing, down down down you fall where darkness creeps and all do weep deep deep down below. Fear rising you falling down down down you go. You plead you weep you yell for help nobody can hear your screams. Endless darkness awaits you deep down below. To a place were others roamed, many came but few depart none want to return but do with a heavy heart. Beneath the lands above, are lands of woe places where no one wants to go. Will broken and no choice you carry on so deep deep below. land of darkness land of woe deep deep down below. Look inside look in the mirror you might just find your already here. These lands deep down have but one job and that is to make you sad. Charish good times of plenty enjoy life for what it is, a journey with its ups and downs. Do not let it keep you down. Look to the bright side not to the dark side and keep an open mind, for you just might find light among darkness , a path among the pain. A slow ascent upward let the

starlight carries its weary moon the same way you cradle my way-worn blues: asterias illuminate crestfallen skies with your scattered smiles spangling my sunken bones, dim and languid in your dusky arms under heavy nights holding moonlit sighs